MASTERMIND - HIS BOMB IS TICK(ET)ING

And here's the thing - I fully admit - I was not sure of it's rawkitude until last Saturday. I was hoping for the best, to be sure, but I handed over my script and it found it's way into the hands of a director. It could have been a crap director who decided to stage it full of absurdist symbolism, with Liz played by a man dressed as a giant opium-smoking hamster.*

Luckily, this is not the case. Susan Lee is directing and with actor Brad Wilcox have devised a version of the main character I had not previously imagined. Wilcox, who reminds me, in turns, of both a young Scott Bakula and a whatever-his-current-age Nathan Fillion. And this is appropriate, because if you dig the Firefly aesthetic, then you're gonna dig the look of this version of the titular super-villain.

It's a little scary handing over your work to be interpreted, but then if you're looking to make a career of out of scriptery, that's exactly what's gonna happen (unless you're all auteurish or something). It's fucking thrilling though when the results surprise you favorably.